Chen Mo's gaze pierced through the palace gown, observing the stunningly delicate body in front of him.
Comparatively, while Consort Yu's figure was symmetrical and slender, the Empress appeared even more plump and supple, with a narrow waist and broad hips, her thighs full yet perfectly proportioned, the flesh accumulating exactly where it should.
It seemed like a heavy branch-bending peach, merely looking at it felt freshly tender and juicy.
"Fishnet stockings really are best suited on a mature woman!"
The fair and beautiful flesh slightly spilled out between the black grids, and under the effect of the Golden Eyes of Truth, it seemed so close at hand, the intense visual impact caused him to lose focus momentarily.
At that moment, a faint voice sounded:
"Hundred Households Chen, can you let go of me now?"
?!
Chen Mo suddenly came back to his senses.
Only then did he realize that his hand was still resting on the round protrusion...
